The Legendary Man

Jonathan was the numero uno among the Divine Realm cultivators.

With Seboxia currently in him, not even the underground cell could completely contain Jonathan’s power.

As for Kathleen, the alliance of the Leesons, the Mallorys, and the Hendersons behind Kathleen was only the result of the fight between the eight respectable families.

Perhaps this alliance was crucial in the outside world, but it was as helpful as a matchstick in a fire in the small world.

The alliance between cultivators had always been about the benefits they could reap. Stellario would be a fool if he were to go to Kathleen.

The fireworks above them soon disappeared.

Jonathan was sure that Hayden was doing his best to get to him as well.

In the next moment, the three started making their swift way along the ridge to the spot up ahead on their right.

“Jon, aren’t we getting too full of ourselves by running along the ridge without care?” Stellario asked as he gestured a spell to channel the spiritual energy inside him. In no time, he had covered himself with various spiritual parasites.

If anyone were to attack him from the side, Stellario would definitely be capable of summoning a large number of parasites.

“This is the fastest way there,” Jonathan flatly replied as he kept his gaze fixed on the path before them.

Despite the tranquility of his expression, Jonathan was feeling grim.

As per the rules introduced by the man earlier, in previous competitions, only the final one hundred cultivators in the arena would be chosen to serve as envoys of Yannopolis.

The competition was the same as battle royale games in the outside world.

The rate of elimination was high, and even if the survivors did not amount to up to a hundred, there would be no major issues.

villages would be bestowed with cultivation methods. Once they upgraded themselves, they would then be tossed into

thirty people were selected from each village, there would at least be three thousand cultivators who would ultimately end

definitely more than three thousand cultivators in

the massive size of it. The distance to the massive black walls encircling the arena stretched for dozens of miles. In fact, if one were to imagine the arena as a perfect circle, its diameter would have measured

terrifying, but there were thousands of God Realm

was capable of leaping dozens of meters away from their original spot. In other words, it

locations had been

others made an effort to hide themselves, they would still end up engaging in fights against other cultivators on their way

their aura,

inevitable, so Jonathan saw

moving as a trio. If they bumped into other average cultivators, they would be able to defeat them quickly. Avoiding a drawn-out battle was the

was mostly on Merilyn, who

the more

cultivation level was too low, as far as he could tell from when she tried to assassinate the

unique skills happened to be the perfect counter against the snakes they

Merilyn seemed at the moment, Jonathan realized that he might

was strange. When Jonathan first found Stellario on Mount Boisvista, Stellario had been so quick that even Jonathan’s

his pace to match Jonathan’s

had yet to channel his life force, he was already

and blood would suffer

unfazed. Throughout their entire run, her posture remained unchanged, and her

a matter of fact, if Jonathan were to pay attention to her

the corners of

when both of them are accommodating me now. This

golden ripple materialized before him—a

“Someone’s attacking us!”